#sunkissies

⋆ ✽ミ ⧽ a closed starter for taeil apollo ; @sunkissies — !

Warm sunlight was seeping into the room early morning, wiggling its way past the threads of the blinds. The room was serene, gentle, and smelled of primrose. The slumbering couple snuggled deep under the bedsheets remained entangled in their maze of limbs, slow slumbering breaths being the only signs of movement in this still scene. 

“and?” Hades prompts, unfazed by the quiver in Than’s eyes. His Death is staring at him with a cool, black gaze, until he turns away as if looking at Hades is too much. 

“you act as if I care, as if I’m not the same.” he responds softly, tracing the line of his jugular. The nail of his thumb digs in just slightly, his gaze only softening as a gasp is released from Than’s pretty mouth. Then, he leans in enough so that his forehead touches the lines on Than’s face.

⌜ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ¦ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ⌟

The feeling of the summer sun basking against her olive skin, warming her soul on the inside. The queen sat on a picnic blanket, watching as her children played in the green grass. It was a rare moment for the family, to escape the glamour and pressure of their royal title and act as if they were a normal family - ignorance can be bliss after all. As the goddess hummed to herself, enjoying the peace that surrounded her, a tiny finger tapped her shoulder. Hera turned around, smirking at two young gods - Hebe and Apollo. 

❛ What are you two up to? ❜ Hera hummed, raising an eyebrow. The two couldn’t stop giggling, Hebe having a toothy grin on her lips. Apollo pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back at Hebe’s command. Hera tried to hide the slivers of laughter at their bumbling, her heart melting as Hebe could braid her hair. A smile grew on Hera’s lips as she tugged at the ribbon that held her locks up, allowing it to fall down to her shoulders. ❛ Alright then, get comfortable. ❜

The two continued to giggle, plopping themselves down behind the queen as they spoke between each other. Hera gazed back to the horizon with a content smile, a small scoff as she noticed Ares, Heph and Enyo all play-fighting with each other. Athena stood with the three, acting as referee to their strange game. In that moment, Hera was certain she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

@whitesctin @navghtyxnice @esoteriics

Arachne’s understanding of clocks and all of their inner workings was, regrettably, very limited.  When the clock in her room started acting funny, therefore, she knew that trying to fix it herself would more than likely only make it worse.  No, it would be better to simply have the original clockmaker take a look.  Though it might be easier to send the clock back to the shop with a letter explaining the problem and asking him to fix it, she decided she would rather make a visit to the shop in person.  The clockmaker was kind, and Camelot was beautiful (as was the clockmaker).

“Hello, Raphael.”  The ticking of the clocks that filled the shop was familiar, and she smiled as she set the faulty clock down.  “How is my favorite clockmaker today?”

Tiresias rubbed his forehead. “She is not the right thing for you,” Tiresias said. He stared forwards. “I see things about her- I hear her voice.” Tiresias gritted his teeth. “She doesn’t have your well being in mind.” Tiresias is exasperated. The seer remained silent. 

It was hard to convince him because he’s so in love with her. 

“If she wants what's good for you, then she has to prove it, go the extra mile the same way you do to her” Tiresias said. “Otherwise I refuse to be in the same room as her.” The seer picked up the cloak and cane.

“I know you’re mulling over this-I can tell.” He sighed. “Just think about it.”